"Master, please speak!" Zhang Wuji's voice was ethereal, flickering left and right, and he didn't mean to show up.

"I don't know why Sect Master Zhang's sword qi is inexhaustible, according to Lao Qu's experience, sword cultivation and sword qi are related to whether a person's spirit is full, and it should be very limited. ”

"But Sect Leader Zhang has been infinitely sword qi since the beginning of the battle, is there any special trick?"

"Hehe, I don't have any tricks, I have practiced swords on the battlefield for five years and killed countless people. ”

"I don't know why, the more I kill, the sharper my sword qi becomes, and the more my spirit can be trained, to tell the master to be honest, my sword qi is really less than half of it now!"

"Sword cultivation is indeed the remnant of the Ancient Demon Sect!"

Du'e's pupils shrank slightly, and his heart was shocked.

Among the spiritual realms discovered by Shaolin, there is a part of the Buddhist inheritance that he obtained, which focuses on sword cultivation, calling sword cultivation demon cultivation, and sword cultivation sect as demon gate.

Now it seems that this is indeed the case, and it is appalling that they actually rely on killing people to improve their combat power.

Thinking of this, I made a decision in an instant.

He seemed to have aged countless times in an instant, and the golden light on his body that represented the incorruptible magic of King Kong gradually converged, as if he had become an ordinary person.

"Sect Leader Zhang, please do it!" said lifelessly.

"Huh!" A six-vein divine sword sword qi struck from the dense forest, directly penetrating the center of Du Doom's eyebrows.

"Alas!" a soft sigh came out of Du'er's mouth at the same time.

Within three feet in front of him, all the big trees, flowers and plants withered silently, as if they had been attacked inexplicably.

Du's body also seemed to have passed ten thousand years in this sigh, and the flesh and blood on his body visibly shrank, and it turned into a dry bone in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Wuji, who saw this scene from a distance, was instantly terrified, and was secretly afraid in his heart.

Fortunately, my heart was beating faster suddenly, and I had an inexplicable feeling that something bad was about to happen.

For the sake of caution, he did not go directly with his sword, otherwise he would have died with the old monk.

"What kind of kung fu is this?" Zhang Wuji walked to Du Er's side, looking at his miserable appearance, and once again deeply glad that he had that sudden whim.

For this kind of whim, Zhang Wuji has also studied, and he guesses that it should be because many people on the territory of Mingjiao built the temple of Zhenwu Emperor.

This is supposed to be a mystical blessing of luck.

Of course, the theory of luck is illusory, Zhang Wuji is just guessing, and there is not much evidence to prove it.

The abbot was anxious.

Because the power fluctuation in the distance had stopped, but the signal agreed with the three senior uncles had not been transmitted, which gave him a bad premonition.

Suddenly, there seemed to be movement in the distance.

It's a nice melody.

"The rivers and lakes are laughing, grudging, people are tricks, laughing and hiding knives ......!"

As this voice sounded, Zhang Wuji, who was holding a long sword, walked out of the dense forest step by step.

In his hand he was also carrying a package that was stained with blood, and it was round and round and I don't know what it contained.

The moment he saw Zhang Wuji, Kongwen's face became extremely pale.

He swayed, as if he couldn't stand on his feet.

"Abbot Kongwen is waiting for them?" Zhang Wuji shook the package in his hand and threw it in front of Kongwen.

The package was opened, revealing the heads of three people: Doom, Tribulation, and Tribulation.

The confirmation of the thoughts in the heart is the worst thing that Kongwen can think of.

For a moment, the empty news calmed down.

He turned his head to look at Zhang Wuji, clasped his palms together and said, "Shaolin is willing to gamble and lose, and if you want to kill, you must listen to your respect." ”

"I want to enter the Shaolin Scripture Building. ”

"I want the exact location of the spiritual realm you discovered. ”

"Shaolin will be closed for a hundred years from today, and it is not allowed to meddle in martial arts and court disputes. ”

Zhang Wuji spoke slowly and put forward three conditions in a row.

Every time he put forward a condition, Kongwen's face couldn't help but tremble, and after the three conditions were raised, the old monk's face suddenly struggled.

"Promise everything to say, don't promise to wash the Shaolin Temple in blood today. ”

"Anyway, my hands are hot today, and I haven't killed enough people. Zhang Wuji's voice continued to sound, as if without a trace of emotion.

"The conditions proposed by Sect Leader Zhang can be agreed to, but there is only one ......!"

Kongwen sighed, glanced at Zhang Wuji and continued: "The 100,000 monks and soldiers from Shaolin have long since left the Shaolin Temple and are no longer under our control. ”

"At most, we promised not to send experts to get involved in the affairs of the court. ”

Zhang Wuji groaned slightly, and then understood Kongwen's thoughts, this is losing to himself in high-end combat power, and he wants to find a place in the mortal battlefield!

"Good!"

"Then I'll convince you!"

Zhang Wuji also had the idea of using the army to eliminate the power of the Shaolin mortal world.

Don't look at the 100,000 people who are just ordinary warriors and mortals, but they are all believers in Buddhism, which can be said to be the foundation of Shaolin's martial arts for hundreds of years.

Killing a few of their masters can only weaken them for a while, and if those 100,000 people are uprooted, Shaolin will no longer be Shaolin.

Shaolin's scripture building stores all the martial arts accumulated by the warrior monks for hundreds of years, and it can be said that it is the most abundant place in the entire Jianghu martial arts secrets.

Zhang Wuji stayed in it for half a month, and countless Shaolin cheats were presented in front of him.

Internal skills, external skills, palm techniques, light skills, Zhang Wuji looks at everything, he doesn't want to learn these martial arts, but he just corroborates each other with his own martial arts, and it is just a bypass.

Half a month later, Zhang Wuji left Shaolin Temple with only a copy of the Yijin Sutra.

This is the only martial art he can look at in Shaolin Temple.

Strictly speaking, the Yijin Sutra can no longer be counted in the category of martial arts.

This is a body refining method that can also be cultivated in the innate realm.

Although Zhang Wuji is a sword-wielder, he is not too much ...... to increase his defense.

What Zhang Wuji didn't expect was that the spiritual domain discovered by Shaolin Temple turned out to be a ruined temple in the depths of Songshan Mountain.

With the revival of the aura, this ruined temple revealed its divinity more and more.

Especially the headless Buddha in the middle of the broken temple, after Zhang Wuji entered the broken temple, he even felt that his mana was faintly suppressed.

Here, Zhang Wuji finally knew what the last killing move of Du Doom was called.

This technique is called the sigh of the Buddha, which is recorded under the seat of the Buddha, and can condense one's own essence and spirit in a sigh, and the lethality is extremely terrifying.

This kind of power, like Zhang Wuji's sword qi, belongs to the mysterious category, and it is not something that Zhang Wuji can understand now.

It's a pity that this technique must be practiced before it can be used, and Zhang Wuji has no chance to learn it.

To be honest, even if he could, he wouldn't have learned.

What he doesn't like the most is this kind of trick that ends up together, isn't it fragrant for him to live well?

Zhang Wuji's motto is that it is better to die than to live......

After checking this place, Zhang Wuji reluctantly found that this place seemed to be a spiritual domain specially prepared for Buddhist disciples.

Buddhist monks practice here and comprehend the Dharma with half the effort, while other monks, especially sword cultivators like him, feel uncomfortable here.

It's as if the Buddha was born with an aversion to sword cultivation.

Helpless, Zhang Wuji could only destroy this place casually, turn around and return to Kunlun Mountain.